Ren,
“Why are you crying?” I asked again, worriedly. My heart was sinking low, seeing her week and crying like this. What is happening to me? Why do I feel this sad?
“There is someone in my room.” She said in between the whims.
“in your room?”
“yes” she started crying louder.
“shh… shh…” I hugged her, caressed her softly while the hug was tighter and much harsher than the soft touch. She was desperate.
“I was in your room just now, there was nothing.”
“no…” she exclaimed, her voice echoed through the kitchen. “there was something… something scary, b****y. Believe me.” Her eyes were bloodshot. How long did she cry like this?
“I trust you… I do. Come, stand up.” I pulled her from the ground.
“no, I won’t go back there. There is really someone… believe me.” She looked at me, looking
